It is true that during these days we football fans look with a touch of envy at the Premier League, with its packed stadiums, its festive atmosphere and its flow of non-stop matches. I remember a conversation with the great John Benjamin Toshack about that crazy schedule: “I loved playing those games for Liverpool. The atmosphere in the fields is different. You feel like you’re playing for the people. To the footballers who complain I say: you will rest when you retire.” Italy has also stopped just enough. For the vicious, the children’s tournament, in Maspalomas, has come to alleviate the hunger of those who need matches daily. The truth is that among the kids they see things about older football and it is more than just a substitute with which to make up for the break.
It’s truly amazing that so many games fit. Above all, to the English. That’s why we sometimes have the impression that there are more torn cruciate ligaments than there are soccer games.
The day will not be far away when the squads are larger – more spending, more difference between big and small – or when teams blatantly prioritize objectives. We are going towards an unsustainable ecosystem. “They’re going to drop like flies,” says someone here.